Press and daily Dakotaian. (Yankton, Dakota Territory [S.D.]) 1880-1889, 1887-01-08

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in the night, when he was restless and wake
full, and he noted them down. Sometimes he
printedFthern. sometimes not. After he died
Mrs Pimpton gathered such as she could
find md published them in a beautiful book,
Mr., Murat Halstead, with whom the dead
had been associated for a quarter century,
wrote an eloquent introduction. One or two
newspaper friends. of the very few who
knew the intense, steadfast nature as it was,
contributed some words OF appreciation and
tender regret. Artists who had known him,
and some who had their first kindly encour-
4agen,ent from a line he wrote, made pictures
illustrating the poems. II. f. Fanny,
aiefaus, the sculptor Henry. Mosler, 3. D.
Grafton, g 7, Weber, Valentine, Misses
Clara Newton and Laur Fry. are among
them From far Berlin Professor Hans
Guide, the master, senda also his pict-
ures to gild che book containing the
poems Of Florus Plimpton. His wife, her
self a gifted artist and writer, added graceful
and ~apprppriate pictures.
And SO, from under the hands OF those
who knew and loved him, comes this ouve-
nir3o OF the dead poet-journalist. The volume
Is published by Mrs. Plimptor, at Cincinnati.
The poems are Of various lengths, long and
short. They speak a tender neatness to ma.
lure In all her h~andiworks, There Is q woods
mans fondness for the trees and sunshine, a
poets kinship to the sky, the clouds. the birds
and waters. Yet through it all there runs a
vein Of weird questioning of the deeper forces
OF life and nature that at times Is very
( striking.
One Of the longest as we'll as the best known
OF the poems is lewis Wetzel, y the story Of
q mighty pioneer hunter. It begins.
Stout hearted Lewis wetzel
Rides down the river shore,
The wilderness behind him
And the wilderness before.
He rides In the Good Of morning,
Hummilg 9 deer old tune,
Into the heart OF the greenwood,
Into the heart OF june.
Here Is one In q different vein. Iremem-
her well how it originated in an amusing cir.
cnlnsta1ces that happened in the old CONNER
ciAl office; 3,
H BLOWN cHIcKADEE.
A FABLE.
In the top Of an oak sat a brown chickadee:
i seemed but q specls for che height Of the tree;
Through the green leaves the forms of a dove and
Then 4 fiuttered its wings, and It pautfesd out its
breast,
And the feathers stood up from its tail to its
1.-THE iu.pertinent jadesr' in its anger It cried,
they think that with them this fine tree I'll
They shall see I know how to resent, though I'm
And atree good for one win not do for us an"
50 nc, hoped from, his perch, did the brown
And LIFT them alone on the limb Of the tree
All unconscious the dove, and my story grows
For the daw never drcamed that the titmouse
IN was mad 49, h
I. 80 MORAL.
II angfred by what othersdo, and would show Il,
Be sire that you act 80 the others viii know It.
Here Is yet another and still different. 4
am sure every heart alive will echo the prayer
contained In 1t.
A RETROSPECT.
Backward Ger the past I look,
And, as written In a book,
All my life before me lies.
Seal, 0 Heaven, its mysteries!
Let no eye its pages scan
Without charity for man;
Let no tongue its secrets tell
That love-liath not tempered well,
Let no judge. with mien severe,
On my acts hold inquest here.
Lord of Life thou knowest bert
In thy mercy will I rest.
The book contains an excellent portrait Of
Mr.. Piimpton. OF the poems his wife uses
these touching words:
II read i'll them OF his Joys n sorrows,
and oil his faith, when the days of WEAKNESS
CAME in the higher life where all is i.ghtp
ELIZA ARCHARp.